All She Wants

"I know that they worry, they all worry that i'm lonely, or that i'm sad, or whatever. But i'm not. I don't think they understand how happy I am just to be around them."|
Emma Grace Styles has had anything but a normal childhood. Being the daughter of pop sensation Harry Styles, she's grown up around the monumental success of the hit band, One Direction. At eleven years old she has already learned about the world around her, the good things and even the bad. With wisdom beyond her years, and the sarcastic wit she's acquired thanks to her Uncles, will Emma be able to finally adjust to the simplistic life of a normal eleven year old that she so yearned for? Or will change prove to be too much for her to handle?
Book II of the She Taught Me How To Love Series

18. Damage

I sit in the uncomfortable chair in the ridiculously bright waiting room, waiting for Uncle Niall and dad to come back.

I turn my head to look down the corridor to see if I could find them, but they were nowhere to be seen.

I sighed loudly, not quite sure what to feel.

My Uncle Niall had told me mum would be okay, so did the doctor. So why did it feel like everyone was just lying to me?

Mum had woken up a few hours ago, after dad had called. But after Uncle Niall went to check up on her, he said she couldn't see anyone until later because she fell back asleep. If mum was really okay, wouldn't she be awake by now?

"Emma?"

I look up to see the brown haired doctor that had treated me like a four year old earlier, she smiled brightly as she got down to my level, "Where is your Uncle?"

"Um, my dad just got here. They said they were going to find you." I say a bit confused.

"Well, I think someone wants to see you."

"What?" I look up at her green eyes and smile widely, "Did she wake up?"

–❈–

Harry's P.O.V

Niall and I walk back to the waiting room where we had left Emma, in silence. I wanted to speak to the doctor, but after what Niall had told me I knew I would have to brace myself first.

"What the bloody hell?"

I look up to see Niall with a furrowed brow, looking at the empty seat where Emma was earlier, "Fuck, not again." he says frantically looking around.

"Not again what?"

"Harry, Ems is having a real tough time about this okay, I shouldn't have left her alone, fuck."

I watch as he runs down the corridor we just came from and turns, almost slamming into a wall.

"Mr. Styles?"

"Oh, um yes."

A tall, brown haired woman approaches me and extends her hand, "I'm Doctor Reagan. You must have had quite a trip."

"How is she?" I say not really in to mood for pleasantries.

"Oh, well I was look for you and Mr. Horan. Your wife is awake. We're lucky to have been able to have had her here when the seizure occurred, or else this situation may have turned out much worse."

"She's awake?" I repeat, tears gathering in my eyes.

"Yes. But, for the remainder of her pregnancy I am going to have insist she stay in the hospital. She has to be monitored twenty-four hours a day, Mr. Styles."

"Yes, of course." I say wiping at my eyes.

The doctor smiles and points towards the large doors, "Would you like to see her? Your daughter is already with her."

"Yes, yes. Oh, wait. Let me find Niall." I turn to sprint down the corridor, leaving the doctor in the midst of her sentence.

It feels like a huge weight had been lifted, perhaps it was a bit too soon to be so happy, but she was awake! She was okay!

I turn the corner and find Niall kicking a wall, furiously. He doesn't stop, his fury hitting the pure white wall with meticulous precision. As if each kick were saving him from himself.

"Mate, what are you doing?"

He turns and looks at me, his face flushed and his knuckles bleeding a bit. Apparently he had done quite an amount of damage.

"I can't find Emma." he sighs loudly spinning around and placing his hands on his head, trying to breathe. "I just...I can't seem to do anything bloody right Harry. Emma is gone again, she's suffering Harry. And I..." He turns back to look at me with tears in his crystal eyes, "I can't stop it. I can't tell her what's happening because you don't think she's strong enough to face it. I can't tell her it's going to be better, because I don't know that it will be. I don't know what to do."

"Niall." I say approaching him, he steps away and looks at me. Anger was radiating from every inch of him.

"The damage is done." He says looking at his bloodied hands, "But you keep making it worse and worse on Ems. You know? You have no fucking right. That little girl, she tries to run away from the world, and when you're supposed to be running after her, showing her that it'll be okay...you don't. You fucking don't. And now, now this happens..."

"Niall."

"No! Damn it Harry. You used to say you wanted to give her the fucking world! That you'd always protect her! Hiding things from her isn't protecting her!"

"Niall! I'm not hiding anything from her! She's eleven! She won't understand how complicated Edie's condition is! She won't get that having a baby is going to change everything! And you don't have the right to tell me I'm not protecting her!"

"Fine." He turns and walks away from me, heading towards the main corridor.

I walk into the brightly lit room, and find my mum lying on the bed. There are a lot of scary looking tubes coming out from her arms and looping around the sides. But she was there. She was awake. And when she saw me walk in she smiled so hard, I though she was going to burst.

"Mum, don't say you're sorry." I try to hold back my tears, I didn't want her to think I was crying because of her. I let go of her gently and grab her hand, "Do you want me to go get dad and Uncle Niall?"

"Your dad arrived?" She says rather surprised.

"Mum, of course he did, you had us all worried sick."

She sighs loudly, pushing back her blonde hair and smiling wearily at me, "Please get your dad, I'd love to see him." I nod, letting go of her hand blowing her a kiss.

As I turn out of her room and out the large door, I make way back into the waiting room. I don't see them there so I turn into the main corridor. I see dad and Uncle Niall coming towards me, but with really strange expressions. So I hide behind the wall and listen to what they were saying.

"The damage is done." Uncle Niall says, his loud voice echoing off the quiet corridor.

"Niall?" Dad tries one last time. But the footsteps continue, until I see Uncle Niall heading out the door.

I turn into the main hallway and look straight up at dad, "What did you do?"

"What did I do? Emma, what are you talking about?"

"Why would Uncle Niall leave?"

"Emma, you wouldn't understand." He says, shrugging me off and trying to move past me.

"Of course I wouldn't understand! You never try to explain! You never try to tell me the truth!"

"Baby." He says turning around and looking straight at me, his eyes showing nothing but sadness.

"No! I'm not a baby! I'm eleven, I understand things!"

"Okay, Ems. Calm down." He says getting down to my level and trying to wrap his arms around me.

I push him away, "This wouldn't be happening if it weren't for the baby. I know no one will tell me, but I know that's why mum's been so sick. You said things weren't going to change. But look, dad," I say pointing towards the main entrance, "When have you and Uncle Niall ever fought?"

"Emma." He tries to wrap his arms around me again and I avoid him, walking towards the entrance.

"No! You told me we were going to be a normal family, don't you remember? You never said a new baby was a part of the deal, and you never said we would lose Uncle Niall!"

"Ems!" He grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, but I break away.

"If you won't go after my Uncle Niall, I will." I say turning away and sprinting out the door. As soon as the warm air hits my face I remember that Uncle Niall had driven us here. He would be gone by now, wouldn't he?

I run towards the space where he had parked the car, and he was pulling out.

"Uncle Niall!" I scream at the top of my lungs, I run with all my might.

The car starts to face the exit, I'm only a short distance away.

"Wait!" I yell, helplessly.

I reach the back, the car only barely starting to gain speed, and knock on the glass of the shiny SUV.

"Uncle Niall!"

He breaks, hard.

He looks at me through the rear view mirror and gets out of the car immediately.

I feel his warm arms around me and realize, this is what home is supposed to feel like. Complete and...that word. Inevitable. It was supposed to feel inevitable, because you always came back. It was always there. That was what Uncle Niall was, wasn't he?

"Okay, but we're coming back tonight to check on your mum alright?"

I nod as he goes around his car and opens the passenger seat for me. My heart still racing and tears still streaming down my face. He gets back into his seat within moments and turns to wipe a tear off my face.